Apocalypse in me

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Once again I held my rotting self,

an abomination that reeks

The fire burnt to the core,

though the human conscience is what it seeks

The past self , screamed in burning space

Flames that consumed with a malevolent face

I shook hands with myself again

Maybe it would deafen the pain

Alas, maybe I am unworthy—

a puny cadaver in a morgue

on the brink of ignition

Mere mortal to be charred off

Once again holding my rotting self

with a body that runs in a simulation

Caressing the ashes of herself

hands held high in devotion

One last prayer for the neglected

and the broken

One last hum for the cast-offs

and the troden

May the compassion I pour to others

Salve my own wounds…